The Great Drought of 2013

It’s been a hot old summer. Hot and hectic and full of summery thing to occupy each tiny breathing space in between work and more work and even more work. Those interstitial moments where blogging normally happens. Crammed full of tents and splashing and day trips and cold fizzy stuff.

And since I’m sure that the rest of you have also been busy doing those things the British do in hot weather I’m pretty sure you won’t have even noticed my uncharacteristic silence. Strangely peaceful eh…

I’ll be back before long no doubt, desponded at the autumn chill in the air and without a decent umbrella.

But for now, it’s too nice to moan.

I have imaginary sandcastles to build…

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